Poems about Fear
#fear
Poems about fear, here you'll find poetry about struggling to overcome fear. Poems about what scares us, and how we confront those fears. A range of poems about all aspects of fear, from being completely overwhelmed by irrational fears, to growing and learning by facing our deepest, darkest fears.
the needle and the arrow
once I asked,
"WHAT'S THE POINT?
there was no
response...
point taken.
"WHAT'S THE POINT?
there was no
response...
point taken.
#fear
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Not A Day For A Daydream!
Back in time
Eye to eye contact
Was a pre-requisite
Of job interviews
I really, truly hated it
As i didn't want people
To see the sadness in my soul
Hidden behind my smiles of hope
It felt like an invasion of privacy
And fear
As once during
One of a myriad daydreams
My mind wandered
As i stared into
The oblique vagueries
Of my existence
And wandered the deserted plains of the ethereal
This was violently interrupted by
"What you fucking looking at!"
Just before being head butted for...
Eye to eye contact
Was a pre-requisite
Of job interviews
I really, truly hated it
As i didn't want people
To see the sadness in my soul
Hidden behind my smiles of hope
It felt like an invasion of privacy
And fear
As once during
One of a myriad daydreams
My mind wandered
As i stared into
The oblique vagueries
Of my existence
And wandered the deserted plains of the ethereal
This was violently interrupted by
"What you fucking looking at!"
Just before being head butted for...
#fear
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
#violence
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3 wishes
broken door
busted lip
screams fill the empty spaces
hate fills love
love spills on the floor
i tell you i love you
do you hear me
do you know me
punches thrown
darkness covers light
is it hate or is it love
which one is it
i don't know...
i only wish
it would stop
i only wish
i was dead
i only wish
i wasn't me
busted lip
screams fill the empty spaces
hate fills love
love spills on the floor
i tell you i love you
do you hear me
do you know me
punches thrown
darkness covers light
is it hate or is it love
which one is it
i don't know...
i only wish
it would stop
i only wish
i was dead
i only wish
i wasn't me
#confusion
#dark
#fear
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Pop.
Jealously coils like snakes around my head,
whispering and flicking tongues in my ear.
My knees feel weak,
the brittleness of my bones shake with regret.
Fear covers my skin like a cold shower,
the walls feel so close and so far.
my stomach feels full with so much anger,
I sense bitter bile rising.
Saddness is in my throat
I cough it up from the bottom of my lungs.
I push my fingers into my skull,
hoping to pressure it into happiness.
Or to squeeze till I pop,
like an ugly old pimple.
One that's just ready...
whispering and flicking tongues in my ear.
My knees feel weak,
the brittleness of my bones shake with regret.
Fear covers my skin like a cold shower,
the walls feel so close and so far.
my stomach feels full with so much anger,
I sense bitter bile rising.
Saddness is in my throat
I cough it up from the bottom of my lungs.
I push my fingers into my skull,
hoping to pressure it into happiness.
Or to squeeze till I pop,
like an ugly old pimple.
One that's just ready...
#anger
#anxiety
#depression #fear
#depression #fear
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the worst cure
The worst of cures
He had bought a flat in a new apartment bloc still not ready for the buyers, but since it was Sunday, he drove to the building to have a look risky surgery and worried he might live long enough to move into his new home in time
A lift had been installed took it up to the seventh floor, flat looked roomy although it had no floor or windows there was a terrace without railing on the terrace he took in the view, could see the bay and the ocean, the sun warmed his face
Suddenly, he burped, had a blob of something foul in his mouth which spat out in...
He had bought a flat in a new apartment bloc still not ready for the buyers, but since it was Sunday, he drove to the building to have a look risky surgery and worried he might live long enough to move into his new home in time
A lift had been installed took it up to the seventh floor, flat looked roomy although it had no floor or windows there was a terrace without railing on the terrace he took in the view, could see the bay and the ocean, the sun warmed his face
Suddenly, he burped, had a blob of something foul in his mouth which spat out in...
#emptiness
#fear
#frustration
#greed
#grief
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The Hills Have Eyes
The HILLS HAVE EYES,
The GROUND HAS EARS,
That'll CHILL YOUR BONES, and
BRING TO YOU FEAR!!!
BIG BROTHERS IS WATCHING,
Just to say the least,
As your ADRENALINE RUSHES, AND
YOUR HEARTRATE INCREASE!!!
YOU BETTER BE AWARE,
STAY FOCUSED, LOOK AROUND,
OF THE SILENCE AROUND YOU,
NOT A PEP OR A SOUND!!!
THE SILENCE IS EERIE, AND
I DEFINITELY AGREE,
SOMEONE IS LISTENING,
TO YOU AND TO ME!!!
YOU THINK YOU'RE NOT NOTICE,
HA, HA, THINK AGAIN!!,
SOMEBODY IS WATCHING, ...
The GROUND HAS EARS,
That'll CHILL YOUR BONES, and
BRING TO YOU FEAR!!!
BIG BROTHERS IS WATCHING,
Just to say the least,
As your ADRENALINE RUSHES, AND
YOUR HEARTRATE INCREASE!!!
YOU BETTER BE AWARE,
STAY FOCUSED, LOOK AROUND,
OF THE SILENCE AROUND YOU,
NOT A PEP OR A SOUND!!!
THE SILENCE IS EERIE, AND
I DEFINITELY AGREE,
SOMEONE IS LISTENING,
TO YOU AND TO ME!!!
YOU THINK YOU'RE NOT NOTICE,
HA, HA, THINK AGAIN!!,
SOMEBODY IS WATCHING, ...
#dark
#fear
#scary
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Questions?
Were you ever loved
For being who you are
Did you hide in shadows
Of an empty body to avoid more scars
Did you ever speak your mind
And pay the price
With bruises and doubts
To sit alone in your room and cry
Would you stand for something
That brings pain and misery
Convicted of its truth
Even when its faith is a mystery
Would you deny your God
If it meant you would die
Or would you turn your back
Just to save your life
For being who you are
Did you hide in shadows
Of an empty body to avoid more scars
Did you ever speak your mind
And pay the price
With bruises and doubts
To sit alone in your room and cry
Would you stand for something
That brings pain and misery
Convicted of its truth
Even when its faith is a mystery
Would you deny your God
If it meant you would die
Or would you turn your back
Just to save your life
#confusion
#courage
#fear
#spiritual
#strength
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EVENTIDE
Sky intro the STORM not willing to hide...Incoming tide, always pulls the unwanted in...EVENTIDE hues of dusk, not to trust. ENDING day, last of ENDING light of sight. Crawling on the otherside beanth of earth's belly of another kind of hell your shoes fill & fell upon. Paint strokes a crepuscular sky...Twilight maelstrom image...Darken visual depths...Dark holds such a abyss of discovery. Succumbing is the dimension of a sunset, well knowing it's place & time the universe has given the light of warmth. Fangs that punch the piercing swallowed taste of metallic red of blood, reign...
#bittersweet
#dark
#despair
#fear
#regret
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The House Bleeds Pain
The house bleeds pain.
Anger seeps into the hollow walls.
Abusive words come like squalls.
Resentment runs down the deadened halls.
Sadness is like a perpetual silent scream.
Nightmares are the only dreams.
The horror is exactly how it seems.
The inhabitants here are in high degrees of pain.
Teardrops the ingredients of an invisible rain.
Stay too long, you will begin to hatch insane.
Despair stains upon the dusty floors.
Who, how, what, why - Did someone die
in a murderous cry?
The house that bleeds pain is steeped in...
Anger seeps into the hollow walls.
Abusive words come like squalls.
Resentment runs down the deadened halls.
Sadness is like a perpetual silent scream.
Nightmares are the only dreams.
The horror is exactly how it seems.
The inhabitants here are in high degrees of pain.
Teardrops the ingredients of an invisible rain.
Stay too long, you will begin to hatch insane.
Despair stains upon the dusty floors.
Who, how, what, why - Did someone die
in a murderous cry?
The house that bleeds pain is steeped in...
#anger
#fear
#horror #sadness
#horror #sadness
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Shattered Glass Communion
Under dim neon halos,
you bloom like a hymn unsung—
fingers tracing wounds beneath silk night.
Your breath—
a slow confession against my throat,
fragile as static in the dying glow.
We fracture in rhythm,
whispers stitched in digital decay—
soft limbs bound to echoes,
pale prayers lost in smoked-out sanctuaries.
I wear your name like venom on the tongue,
a sacrament of ache and surrender.
You carved me open—
left the altar empty—
but still,
I kneel.
you bloom like a hymn unsung—
fingers tracing wounds beneath silk night.
Your breath—
a slow confession against my throat,
fragile as static in the dying glow.
We fracture in rhythm,
whispers stitched in digital decay—
soft limbs bound to echoes,
pale prayers lost in smoked-out sanctuaries.
I wear your name like venom on the tongue,
a sacrament of ache and surrender.
You carved me open—
left the altar empty—
but still,
I kneel.
#dark
#emptiness
#fear
#grief
#loneliness
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Even Shadows Are Afraid
It's a Heavenly sunny day
To embark on a forest fray
A path awaits, a hidden trail
The woods aroma I inhale
A chance to set my mind at ease
While searching for inner peace
A rock upon the flowing creek
Feeling nature I hear her speak
Babbling water, calm and serene
Refreshing moments in this dream
Tranquil echoes, the chilling breeze
Softly whistling through fallen leaves ...
To embark on a forest fray
A path awaits, a hidden trail
The woods aroma I inhale
A chance to set my mind at ease
While searching for inner peace
A rock upon the flowing creek
Feeling nature I hear her speak
Babbling water, calm and serene
Refreshing moments in this dream
Tranquil echoes, the chilling breeze
Softly whistling through fallen leaves ...
#anxiety
#confusion
#fear
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The Girl Who Ran
Small hands, big eyes,
A little Black girl in a world too heavy for her bones.
A world that didn’t feel like hers,
A body that didn’t feel like home.
She moved through life like a shadow,
Silent, unseen,
Scared of the darkness that crept into her room at night,
That smelled like liquor and sweat and evil.
She had no words for what happened to her,
No voice to scream,
Only silence,
Only the sound of her breath disappearing into nothing.
Her mother was always working,
Always gone,
And when she was home,
Her hands were...
A little Black girl in a world too heavy for her bones.
A world that didn’t feel like hers,
A body that didn’t feel like home.
She moved through life like a shadow,
Silent, unseen,
Scared of the darkness that crept into her room at night,
That smelled like liquor and sweat and evil.
She had no words for what happened to her,
No voice to scream,
Only silence,
Only the sound of her breath disappearing into nothing.
Her mother was always working,
Always gone,
And when she was home,
Her hands were...
#abuse
#courage
#fear
#freedom
#spiritual
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